Summary: Sawyer and MC (Morgan) finally come together in the apple orchard.
Notes: This is a replacement for the diamond scene with Sawyer in Chapter 9.
Hope you enjoy it!
The day was warm and beautiful as Morgan and Sawyer walked through the apple orchard, but Sawyer’s face was troubled.
“I just …” Sawyer sighed. “I don’t know what to do anymore.”
Morgan reached over and took his hand as she listened. He laced his fingers between hers and smiled softly at her as she felt that familiar flutter in her stomach.
“Your dad seems pretty set in his ways. If you want to make any headway, I think you should focus on convincing your brother.”
Sawyer ran his free hand through his hair. “You’re right. I know you are; it’s just hard to see eye to eye with him sometimes, you know?”
Morgan nodded. “But you can do it. Your brother loves you and your dad, and I’ve seen how much he loves having Brooklynne here, experiencing the ranch. If you can appeal to that side of him … I don’t know, I think you can do it.”
A half-smile quirked at the edges of Sawyer’s lips. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
Morgan stopped walking and looked at him with a grin. “I know everything, duh.”
Sawyer laughed and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “Is that right?”
“Of course!” she said with faux indignance. “And I can prove it.”
“I bet I know what you’re thinking right now.”
Sawyer grinned. “Oh?”
“Yup,” she said confidently. “You’re thinking you want to kiss me right now.”
Sawyer leaned in and brushed his lips against her cheek, his breath warm on her ear. “That’s not fair,” he murmured. “I always want to kiss you.”
He gently turned her face towards his and kissed her, slow, languid kisses that Morgan wished could go on forever. She pressed her body to his and let her hands wander up his strong, muscled back, his flannel shirt soft beneath her palms. Sawyer tangled his hands in her hair and deepened the kiss, his tongue folding into hers. He stepped towards her until she backed up against one of the apple trees, the leaves trembling from the force of their bodies. Morgan tugged his shirt free from his jeans and slid her hands beneath the fabric, running her fingers over the taut muscles of his back.
“If you keep that up, it’s going to be pretty hard to quit,” Sawyer said in a husky voice, one hand pulling up her leg to circle his waist. He slid his fingers up her bare leg to the hem of her shorts, gripping her with a strength that caused the heat in her abdomen to flame.
“I know,” she said with a sly laugh. “I know everything, remember?”
“Are you sure you want to? Out here?” Sawyer asked breathlessly, pulling back to look at her with his brown sugar eyes.
“Yes,” Morgan said, pulling his hips tighter against hers. She could feel his cock straining against the denim and he groaned softly. “Please don’t make me wait any longer.”
Without another word, Sawyer captured her lips in a bruising kiss, pressing her hard against the tree. He released her leg from where he’d been holding it and slowly slid his hands up the front of her t-shirt. His thumbs caressed and teased her nipples through the thin lace of her bra, causing Morgan to sigh against his lips. Sawyer grinned at her audible pleasure and kissed his way down her throat as he pushes her t-shirt up. He pulled aside her bra with his fingers, worn rough from the ranch, exposing her breasts before kissing them hungrily, alternately flicking his tongue across her nipples and gently biting at the soft flesh. Morgan moaned softly, raking her fingers through his hair.
Finally, Sawyer continued his way down her body, tracing a path from her breasts and down her stomach with his lips, his tongue, until he kneeled before her. He quickly undid the button and zipper of her shorts, yanking both them and her damp panties down to her ankles. Morgan stepped out of them and Sawyer lifted one of her legs up, hooking it over his shoulder. He began to plant a line of kisses starting at her knee, inching closer and closer to her center. Then, just before his mouth met her, he paused. He desperately wanted to touch her, to taste her, but this was the first time he’d seen her like this and he didn’t want to miss a moment of it.
He glanced up and saw her watching him, a questioning and almost concerned look on her face. He grinned up at her.
“Hey, don’t rush me,” he said. “I’m admiring the view. I figured you’d know what, considering you know everything and all.”
“I–oh!” Morgan’s words vanished when Sawyer slowly dragged his flat tongue across her core. He did it again and again, barely allowing his tongue to part her lips. He glanced up at her and saw her eyes meet his, her pupils blown wide with desire and want. Sawyer looked back down and tilted his head slightly and kissed her lips, softly at first, before his tongue slipped between her folds, his kiss deepening as he tasted every part of her.
Before long, her legs began to tremble and Sawyer gripped her hips with hands, steadying her against the tree. He fluttered his tongue against her clit and she moaned loudly, her voice fading into the orchard.
“Sawyer …” Morgan gasped, tugging at his hair, pulling him closer. He slid a finger, then two into her warmth, beckoning her to him as he sucked hard on her clit. She came then, hips bucking hard as her knees threatened to collapse, but Sawyer held tight to her, pumping his fingers and savoring her as she rode the wave of her orgasm.
Breathing hard, she finally tugged at his arms, pulling him up to stand with her.
“I need you, now,” she insisted. “No, don’t–” She stopped him before he could wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. “I want to taste what you did to me.”
Sawyer growled as his lips crashed into hers, his slick chin brushing against her face. Morgan fumbled with his belt, her shaking fingers yanking the leather from its buckle. She shoved his jeans down just far enough to free his hard length and she took him in her hands. He was as big as she’d expected, but, then again, his jeans didn’t really leave much to the imagination. But now, instead of just spending those nights alone in her room fantasizing about touching him, Sawyer was here, now, with her. Morgan caressed him, tilting her hips forward so that the tip of his cock brushed against her wet lips. Sawyer groaned and tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth, sending a shiver down her spine. He hoisted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist as she guided him inside of her. Morgan closed her eyes and let her head fall back, overcome by the feel of him.
“God, Morgan,” Sawyer moaned, burying his face in her neck. He moved slowly at first, taking his time, letting her adjust to him, but soon he started to pick up speed, thrusting harder and harder into her.
“More,” Morgan gasped, begging as she clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders.
The branches rattled with each push, but neither of them noticed the whispers of the leaves or the occasional thunk of an apple as it fell to the ground. Sawyer could feel her getting closer, from the way she tightened around him to the noises she moaned into his ear, her breath hot on his skin. He slid one hand between them, calloused fingertips caressing her most sensitive spot. She cried out with pleasure, back arching off the tree trunk.
“Come with me,” Sawyer ordered, his voice barely more than a groan. He slammed into her, fingers pressing her closer and closer until he felt her fall over the edge, her body writhing against his as her cries rang out through the orchard. Sawyer came as she clenched around him, pulsing inside of her as he held her tightly, lost in the feel of her body and the smell of her skin.
His knees felt weak but he summoned all of his strength to stay on his feet as he gently set her back on the ground. They collapsed into one another, breathing hard against the apple tree. Morgan cupped his face in her hands and Sawyer kissed her deeply, lightly running his hands over her body, seemingly unable to let go of her.
“That was …” he finally panted, still trying to catch his breath.
“Yeah,” Morgan agreed. “It was.”
Sawyer gently adjusted her bra back to its proper position before he tugged the hem of her t-shirt back down. Then he knelt in front of her again, planting featherlight kisses on her hip as he retrieved her discarded underwear and shorts, slowly and carefully redressing her. He stood up, re-adjusting himself before pulling his jeans back up as Morgan watched him through hooded eyes, a slight smile on her face.
“What?” he asked.
“You’re something else, that’s all,” Morgan said. She slid her arms around his waist and pulled him closer to her, kissing him softly. Sawyer brushed the hair from her face, savoring the taste of her lips.
“Hey, do you know what I’m thinking right now?” he asked.
“That we’ve completely sullied your family’s orchard?” she asked with a grin, one eyebrow raised. Sawyer laughed.
“Nope,” he said. “I thought you know everything.”
“Okay, fine, maybe not everything,” Morgan conceded with a laugh. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking,” Sawyer murmured as he kissed the soft skin of her neck, “that we should be getting back.”
Morgan sighed. “Yeah, I know.”
“But,” Sawyer continued as he kissed his way along her jawline to make his way back to her lips, “later tonight–if you want–I could come by your room.”
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” she asked with a grin.
“Because I want to take my time with you,” Sawyer said. “Show you some real country hospitality.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
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